Yuan Yi wanted to cry without tears for this golden finger.

"Who designed this issue of Bad Luck Goldfinger? There's a kind of 'fun' that doesn't care about people's lives or deaths. ”

Zhong Jiuyin: "Didn't you say that it was much better than Brother Yan Cheng?" ”

Yuan Yi: "That's true... A little better. ”

The point is that it takes skill to cry and cry, and he has this self-knowledge, and he will definitely not be able to do it. If he doesn't cry well and is seen by those directors who are hidden in the audience, doesn't it cut off his way to act in crying scenes.

Zhong Jiuyin didn't care what "that little bit" was, and when he said this, he waved his hand forward and made a gesture of "please perform".

"Then jump and see."

Yuan Yi: "......"

The moment he twisted, he was the same as Liang Zhi, his ears and face began to be red and hot.

However, unlike Liang Zhi, he was a little ashamed because he was about to make a fool of himself in front of the person he liked.

"How do you jump? Just go around in circles? He asked the director behind the camera.

The director looked embarrassed when he saw him, so he didn't use a loudspeaker, but shouted in his voice: "As long as you can barely see what kind of dance it is, plus turn in circles." ”

Ai Yuanyuan gave him a suggestion: "Then ballet, it's a good match for turning circles." ”

"I think it's good, too." Yan Cheng smiled in match.

Since he felt that he could, Zhong Jiuyin, who didn't understand anything, also nodded in a certain trust in him.

"Then eight thunders."

Yuan Yi could only bite the bullet and stand on tiptoe to make a gesture.

She added: "Then the task of reciting the words will be handed over to Liang Zhi, and you will be responsible for turning around to help the fun." Hey, that's not enough fun, or ......."

Yan Cheng glanced at her: "I'll talk about it later." ”

Zhong Jiuyin blinked.

Threats, this is pure threats.

She is a stunning killer who stands in the long river of time and space, washed by the waves of the new era and still does not change color, how can she retreat because of this small threat?

Of course not!

She immediately sped up, and said three words in one person: "Sad and crying, full of tears, sad tears." ”

As if chanting a mantra, he finally raised his voice and called: "-Cry!" ”

Yan Cheng almost wanted to shut her mouth.

She smiled brightly and winked at him wickedly.

"I'm sorry, who let you just draw this golden finger. Don't worry, you're not alone, Yuan Yi is with you in a circle, if you can't cry when your tears run dry, I can also contribute my strong light to wish you a hand. ”

"I really thank you," the corners of Yan Cheng's mouth pulled up a little arc of hypocrisy, "You will draw the unlucky golden finger in the next issue, and I will also wish you a helping hand." ”

"No need," she replied with a brain jumping off every sentence, "doing good deeds without asking for anything in return is my basic quality." ”

It is estimated that few people can take her words sentence by sentence, because it is really not easy to keep up with her rhythm and babble.

Yan Cheng still used the old method, selectively skipped, and focused on his own unlucky test.

Yuan Yi had already endured the shame and began to turn in circles, he took a deep breath, and was also ready to brew a crying scene for the third time.

It's not easy to shed tears one after another, the more difficult it is to go to the back, this is not a filming set, there is no character experience and plot assistance, he can only rely on imagination and empathy to force out tears.

Because I pushed harder, my eyes were especially red this time, and there were a lot of tears.

As if it were dripping with artificial tears, it flew out of the tail of the eye when it looked up, and it flowed down in a string when it looked down.

He deliberately kept his head low, so that tears would not wet his cheeks.

When large tears brewed out, he blinked slowly, and the tears only moistened his eyelashes before they burst out of his eyes, dripping in mid-air, and finally leaving a slight trace of wetness on the ground.

Very beautiful picture.

Zhong Jiuyin and Ai Yuanyuan stared at him with a pestle.

Liang Zhi said the clue keywords slowly, stopped for a while, and waited for the broadcast to react.

Reading too slowly and concretely, Zhong Jiuyin could still urge him to speed up at first, don't be a turtle to climb.

Seeing Yan Cheng crying so artistically in the back, where does it matter what Liang knows or not, Yuan Yi turned in a circle and shook in front of her, but she put it aside, and no one was allowed to delay her from enjoying the beautiful scenery.

Yuan Yi turned to her to end the circle, originally wanted to ask her if she had arrived for a minute, but she was stumbled to the second circle by her elbow, stumbling two steps, almost touching Liang Zhi's face, and the two looked at each other.

You can also hear the two ladies whispering as they watch.

Ai Yuanyuan: "It turns out that the best thing has to be contrast. ”

Zhong Jiuyin: "He cries very well." ”

Ai Yuanyuan: "Brother Yan Cheng's expression is estimated to be so effective if he changes his expression, and the tears on his expressionless face are really attractive." ”

Zhong Jiuyin: "That's right. He cried really beautifully, pear blossoms with rain. ”

"......" Ai Yuanyuan turned to look at her, "Brother Yan Cheng is less than a meter away from you, when he can't hear this?" ”

Yan Cheng lowered his head, not lost his head.

"What's wrong with that? He does cry beautifully. ”

Zhong Jiuyin turned his head and praised Yan Cheng, who had already raised his head to wipe his tears: "The emotions are full of emotion, the picture is beautiful, and the tears are big, which is very good." ”

Yan Cheng bent his fingers to wipe away his tears, glanced at her, and did not speak immediately.

I saw her put her hands behind her back again, and said with a sigh: "It reminds me of the apricot blossom light rain that year..."

At just the beginning, Yan Cheng was stunned when he heard it, and the corners of his mouth and eyebrows were pressed down.

It was so familiar that she was drunk that night, and repeated the description of the scene no less than three times, each time followed by nothing serious.

The drunkard who bragged about B had forgotten what had happened, and those who were not drunk still remembered every word, every action, and every approach that night.

Fortunately, she only made a start, and the words behind were suppressed by the sound of the broadcast, Yan Cheng closed her eyes again, calmly relieving her eye discomfort.

Liang Zhi triggered the plot prompt.

"It's a message from the communicator." He said quickly.

The good boy who helped give the answer in class reminded them very intimately.

Because of the beautiful man who watched the beautiful man just now, and the circle that went around, Ai Yuanyuan didn't know what she was thinking, Yan Cheng was probably looking at Zhong Jiuyin, except for Liang Zhi, none of them were paying attention to the right thing.

He was afraid that they would miss the stuffing and let the audience notice that something was wrong.

Although pigs can fly with Yan Cheng's gust of wind, but in case of a hurricane, pigs must not fall to their deaths?

He looked left and right to make sure everyone was getting serious, and then he was relieved to listen to the radio.

“… At this time, the cook found the communicator in the captain's hand, picked it up and looked at it, pressed the button, and heard a voice. ”

"'Someone sneaked into the cruise ship without an invitation,' said the dancer at once, his eyes sweeping over the other three except the painter, 'and it stands to reason that those who do not have an invitation will not be able to pass through the identity verification at the door.'" ”

"The cook then suggested: 'That man, or several, must have been discovered, and the captain was notified. As the supreme administrator, he should deal with this matter. Perhaps it was here that the man was found, and then they got into an argument and the captain was killed by the other party. ’”

"Several people frowned tightly and pondered for a moment. I know! Writers and musicians say in unison, '......'"

"Please supplement the plot reasonably in combination with the context, the time limit is three minutes, and the countdown begins-"

It's over, I can't tell the line when I was sleepy when I coded the words, I poured some cold water, and now I'm awake and can't sleep